:27:11
Mr. McElroy.
:27:14
- Vovet, men smukt antræk.
- Lad os komme til sagen.
:27:19
Rolig. Mr. McElroy er gæst.
:27:23
Smid skyderne på bordet, gutter.
:27:28
- Felix.
- Lad mig bare få mine billetter.
:27:32
- Læg skyderen på bordet!
- Kampen er i morgen.
:27:40
- Hvem er kemikeren?
- Pudsey Smith. Dygtig fyr.
:27:46
Han er stum efter et skudsår.
:27:56
- Har du skidt i bukserne?
- Der er noget galt.
:27:10
Ah, Mr. McElroy!
:27:13
That's daring, but very dashing attire.
:27:16
Let's stick to the business in hand.
:27:18
Hey, come on! Mr. McElroy's a guest of ours .
:27:23
OK boys Guns on the table please
:27:27
Felix?
:27:28
I've delivered him. I'll have my tickets and be off.
:27:30
OK. Put your gun on the table.
:27:32
- Fuck. The game's tomorrow.
- Put your fucking gun on the table, you gobshite!
:27:37
What?
:27:39
- So, who's the chemist?
- This is Pudsey Smith.
:27:42
A first-class man. Qualified and everything.
:27:45
He can't talk. He's been shot.
:27:55
Felix, have you shit your pants, or something?
:27:58
Something doesn't feel right, Mr. Durant.